Stray Cat Strut Chapter Twenty-Seven - A Good Job

Chapter Twenty-Seven - A Good Job

Fashion, the ever-changing monster. Trends co and go all the ti, but theres no doubt that the current ta involves integrating the tech necessary to living into your apparel. Accessories are the na of the ga now.

Nothing encapsulates that more than the samurai, who by necessity, tend to be normal people under all the gear. So, of course, we emulate and copy that very sa equipnt, that aesthetic.

--Coco Model, moires on The Changes, a 2045 autobiography.

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Gomorrah, I think I might need a distraction on the far end of this place, I said.

The map with the path Gomorrah had given was relatively simple. I had to take these people out of this place and to one of the rooms just down the corridor leading here. That would an that for a good stretch of the way, anyone on the floor above would be able to see the kidnapped people, not to ntion anyone on the bottom-most floor.

Then I had to blow apart a wall once inside that room, which would likely wake anyone who wasnt already up. The noise of dozens of people moving by wouldnt help.

While I considered my options, I moved over to the nearest door and looked at the padlock keeping it shut. It was a big thing, all heavy steel with a tal loop as thick as my thumb. Id need sothing to blow it up.

That guy has the keys, Shaun said. He was pointing to one of the Sewer Dragons who was busy twitching on the ground behind .

Oh, thats nice, I said. I scooped the keys out of the guys jacket pocket, and then fiddled with the lock. Alright, Shaun, I need you to keep an eye on everyone here. Youre going to stay in this room for the next five minutes or so. If any of you know how to handle a weapon, then theres two shit guns on the floor there. A bit dirty but Im sure they work.

Where will you be? Shaun asked.

? Im going to be just down the corridor doing a bit of remodelling. If you hear gunshots and explosions, thats because its working.

Alright? Shaun said. He didnt sound entirely onboard with everything. He was probably a bit too normal to be used to the speed at which samurai worked.

The lock ca apart with a satisfying clunk and I tossed it to the side before walking over to the other side. The won were climbing to their feet, so of them helping the others. There was an air of cautious optimism. Were saved, oh thank the saints were saved, one woman was muttering to herself while worrying her hands together.

I undid the last padlock and let it fall. Okay. Everyone, follow Shaun over there. My partner and I, another samurai, will be making a lot of noise. When I co and get you, move fast, and keep your heads low.

I moved into that little room at the entrance of the enclosures while turning on my invisibility. I caught a few gasps as I disappeared, then the sound of the gates opening and people shuffling out, slow and cautious.

Gomorrah? I asked as I headed over to the bulkhead. The two who entered had closed it behind them.

Im standing by the entrance, Gomorrah said. Ive glued down your chronic masturbator friend. He decided to return to his post.

Hes not my friend, I said. Just soone I t one morning, you know how it is.

Gomorrah snorted. Sure. Im ready to make a scene.

I shoved my Trench Maker away. Alright. Lets see what kind of trouble we can cause.

I pulled the door aside and stepped into the corridor, my Icarus rising as I pulled it out from under my jacket.

John was standing nearby, staring at a tablet next to so other Sewer Dragon.

They got to see my gun for all of a second before I lined it up with Johns head and fired. The canister sailed through the air and smashed the Sewer Dragon in the nose before bursting apart and sending a cascade of foam across his front. The second canister I fired burst apart against the other Sewer Dragons chest.

Two down, I said.

Soone scread from above, and I heard a powerful whooshing sound. A bit of pure-white foam spilled down through the catwalks above. Thats one here, Gomorrah said.

The screaming started about then, which did wonders to wake up the Sewer Dragons that were still asleep. I nailed one of them while he was only halfway out of his bed, gluing him there for a bit while I moved deeper into the corridor.

Feds! Its the feds! soone scread.

Not quite right, but I gave them points for trying to warn the others.

I considered glueing the door to one of the rooms I passed shut. It would have locked a few Dragons in, but they could shoot out of those rooms and that might put the civvies at risk.

Best to let them run out and put them out of the fight for good.

Screaming idiots burst out of side rooms, so waving guns around, others with long knives sticking out of their prosthetic arms. A few of the faster ones took potshots in my direction, but they were poorly aid, and trying to hit the only part of they could see, my gun. It wasnt working out all that well for them.

I winced as a Sewer Dragon tagged another in the neck and he went down gurgling. Tight spaces, with fire coming from every direction ant that everything was going to shit real fast-like.

Upper floor is clear! Gomorrah said. Im foaming up the passages here. That should slow them down.

Nearly done here, I said. I was already past the room where Id need to plant a bomb, I just had to take out the last few idiots. I fired a last round from my Icarus, clicked on empty a couple of tis, then pulled out my Trench Maker.

The last two Sewer Dragons were hiding behind so crates. They were bringing their guns around and firing wildly above the boxes, which ant that they werent hitting jack.

I walked past the crate and fired twice, sending them both to the floor as squirming sses. I think were clear below, I said. Can you keep an eye on the corridor? I'm going to go renovate us an exit.

Gomorrah ca down the stairs two at a ti, then searched the passage for things to shoot at. Ill keep it safe, she said.

I nodded as I swung past her and into the room that was soon going to get an expansion. It was an office space, of sorts. A few computers here and there, a small bookshelf with old-school paper books. Lots of spectacularly terrible wire managent, with cords strew across the floor.

So, the back wall, I muttered. A glance at the wire-sh map showed that there was about ten centitres of cent between the wall and a room on the other side, one that was a bit higher up than this room. Myalis, I need sothing thatll blow this wall apart.

You cant imagine how many options that leaves you with.

Ah, lets go for sothing old-school?

Certainly.

New Purchase: Remote Detonated Plastic Explosive

Points Reduced from... 10,881 to... 10,880!

Cheap, I said as I picked up the little box that appeared by my feet. There was a small disk inside, with a plastic-y thing in its middle that had a few small lights. My augs connected to it and gave a new nu with a few options. I toggled on the click to detonate then pressed it to the wall. It stuck fast.

I decided not to stand next to the explosive as it went off, because I liked my remaining limbs and Lucy would be miffed.

Stepping out of the room, I moved closer to Gomorrahs side. She was next to the bulkhead door. Is it done? she asked.

I glanced back, then selected the detonate option on my augs nu.

The ground shook and there was a nice bassy bang. Dust shot out of the doorway leading into the freshly renovated room. It is now, I said.

I kind of regretted not being able to see that, but I could imagine it well enough.

In that case, Gomorrah said. Lets get people moving. We still have quite a few people unaccounted for.

I think, for those, well need to find Doc Hack and ask him so questions. The fun sort.

That can wait until the people we can save now are safe, Gomorrah said.

I glanced around at all the Sewer Dragons currently stuck to the floors and walls and to each other. One of them had their arm sticking out of the white foam, so they gave us the middle finger. I love my job, I muttered.

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